Except possibly for professional gamblers, she was certain that men simply could not keep their emotions off their faces.“Jennifer,” Matt said, so...nding more confident now that he had so obviously come to a decision about something, “how would you feel about an invitation to bring our lunches in tomorrow and share lunch hour together; say, at the outdoor picnic tables over at Fab 2?”While mildly surprised, Jennifer thought that this was a nice idea, since they could talk and maybe begin to get. I felt so foolish with piss dripping off of me like this. But I couldn’t imagine life with out my Miss. I longed to please her. I needed to please her. Finally she spoke. “Paula, I want you to go to the kitchen and get a gallon of water and bring it back here. NOW.” I ran to the kitchen and grabbed a gallon bottle of water and returned to the bathroom. “Now darling, I want you to drink half of the water right now.” “Yes Miss.” I opened the heavy plastic bottle and started to drink. It. Trey is the only black k** in the my suburban neighborhood and his parents are both working and most of the times they were barely at home. He hangs out with the other white k**s and is always happy to help people with any domestic chore. I was surprised when I saw the the almost six feet three well built chocolate hulk walk into my backyard he should be in his early twenties and I got up and walked towards him and saidwho are you?He replied don't be scared I won't bite Trey sent me to give. Still with a bulge in my pants I went out to the car to bring in our suitcases. I came back to the room and there wife was sitting spread out on the couch just in her bra, underwear, stockings, and high heals. She was all in white and looked so pure and innocent. I hope you like it, she said. How can I not like it? I moved over to the couch and sitting beside her kissed he passionately on lips. She pushed me away for a moment and whispered lets pretend this is our first time. I cleared my mind.